The Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Sierra's gaze, filled with a plea for help, turned towards the man at the back of the stage.
That guy was Logan Calhoun, Samson's assistant. He handled certain casino stuff, like keeping an eye on special bets at the casino.
Logan caught Sierra's signal, feeling torn.
After all, not just anyone could challenge Samson. But this girl was so dead set on him.
Logan didn't hesitate and decided to report the situation to Samson for his own decision.
He dialed Samson's number.
About ten seconds later, a deep voice came through. "What's up?"
Logan spoke respectfully, giving Samson a straight report of the situation.
In the end, he added, "Number 20's still waiting for your reply."
Samson stayed silent for a bit before agreeing. "I'll be down in five minutes."
"Got it." Logan gave a pitying look at Arielle.
'Such a young life is about to fade tonight,' he said inwardly.
Meanwhile, Samson was excited that someone was finally challenging him again. And it was a girl.
'Interesting!' he thought.
Amid the anticipation of the crowd, the door to the third-floor box swung open.
A sharply dressed middle-aged man with a distinctly chiseled appearance slowly made his way to the center of the stage, surrounded by his bodyguards.
He looked at the girl on the stage. His deep eyes seemed to pierce through her.
His lips curved slightly as he spoke. "You've got some guts. Come on, bring it. You know the rules of betting with me?"
Since he stepped on stage, Arielle's eyes never left him.
Her eyes were like deep, endless whirlpools, with no emotion or warmth.
"Yeah, I know." Her cold voice broke the silence, way too chill for someone her age, which made Samson even more curious.
He gave a slight smile. But it vanished instantly.
Arielle sat down, while Samson stood up.
Looking down at the girl across from him with unseen emotions churning in his eyes, he spoke again. "You got one minute to back out."
Arielle took a deep breath, sneering, "Mr. Lowery, scared? Your time's precious; let's not waste words."
Suddenly, the whole room went dead silent. Everyone was sweating for Arielle. 'How dare she talk to Mr. Lowery like that? Did she wanna die?'
Lucas was shocked, thinking, 'This girl probably doesn't even know who Mr. Lowery is! Young but so bold!'
On stage, Samson's smile vanished completely now.
His eyes burned with killing intent and bloodlust, like he wanted to swallow her whole right then and there.
No one had ever dared talk to him like that before.
They sat on opposite sides of the gambling table now.
Only then did Samson size her up carefully.
Even Sierra and Desmond could feel the cold murderous vibes radiating off both of them like ice and steel clashing.
Sierra tried to calm her racing heart.
She knew Samson's cruelty and was already mourning for Arielle inwardly.
"Round three starts now!" Sierra didn't dare say much and simply announced the start of the third round.
Samson leaned disdainfully against the chair back.
Looking at Arielle as if she were a dead person, he spoke coldly. "Interesting. Hope you don't disappoint me tonight. What's your bet?"
He stared at Arielle with contempt, disdain, and a bloodthirsty gaze.
Arielle's cold eyes met his, not the least bit intimidated.
"I have the person Mr. Lowery is looking for here," she replied.
Were it not for the fact that his status forbade him from losing composure in such a setting, he would have immediately drawn his pistol and ensured that the girl would never get another chance to speak.
'Is that it? Trying to fool me? She must be crazy, here to cause trouble.' Samson rubbed his temples.
His anger surfaced, and he felt like he was being toyed with by the young girl in front of him.
Just about to call the bodyguards, he heard the girl across from him speak calmly.